postscript

valeriu dg barbu

quadrilingual post (english, italiano, magyar, română)

all the women in my life
I do not know to cry
are nestle so
in the absence and sometimes
they forget me out there
as an umbrella –
I write about them with caution
here on the edge of a book

I actually wanted written at least
one love poem –
and why should it be written? …
today no one reads
all are showing their wounds
left by the horses of Prince Charming

to the nights follows another night
and no one day is not lurking among…
flourished the spine of the book that
I hold in my arms from a life

from the land of absences come sometimes the letters
but always likely
someone is stealing
in my box is enormous spider
does not enter anything else

the drought hide one by one
the maps of the rains
sizzle a drop…

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that…

valeriu dg barbu

That... (trilingual post)
.
those who listen
as the flower sings the hymn to the sky
who hears drawn swords in sheaths –
these playful petals
defying butterflies
to postpone to beating the wing which
would strike the glass of the sky
crush it

that knows what is the longing


Quello…
.
chi ascolta
come canta il fiore l’inno al cielo
chi ascolta le spade uscite dai foderi –
questi petali giocherelloni
sfidando le farfalle
di rinviare il battere ala che
avrebbe colpito il vetro del cielo
frantumarlo

quello sa cos’è la nostalgia


acela…
.
cine aude
cum cântă floarea imn cerului
cine aude săbiile scoase din teci –
aceste petale obraznice
sfidând fluturii
să-și amâne bătaia de aripă care
ar lovi sticla cerul
spărgând-o

acela știe ce-i dorul

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